Paroles de 'Father Time (feat. Sampha)' par Kendrick Lamar

(You really need some therapy)
(Real nigga need no therapy, fuck you talkin' about?)
(Nah, nah, you sound stupid as fuck)
(Shit, everybody stupid)
(Yeah, well, you need to talk to someone)
(Reach out to Eckhart)

I come from a generation of home invasions
And I got daddy issues, that's on me
Everything them four walls had taught me, made habits bury deep
That man knew a lot, but not enough to keep me past them streets
My life is a plot, twisted from directions that I can't see
Daddy issues all across my head, told him: Fuck a foul
I'm teary-eyed, wanna throw my hands, I won't think out loud
A foolish pride, if I lose again, won't go in the house
I stayed outside, laughing with my friends, they don't know my lifе
Daddy issues made me learn losses, I don't take those well
Momma said: That boy is exhausted
He said: Go fuck yourself
If he give up now, that's gon' cost him, life's a bitch
You could be a bitch or step out the margin, I got up quick
I'm chargin' baskets and falling backwards, tryna keep balance
Oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent
Oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice
Tactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues

Early morning wake-ups, practicing on day-offs
Tough love, bottled up, no chaser
Neat, no chaser, neat, no chaser
Neat, no chaser, neat, no chaser
Early morning wake-ups, practicing on day-offs
Tough love, bottled up, no chaser
Neat, no chaser, neat, no chaser
Neat, no chaser, neat, no chaser

I got daddy issues, that's on me
Lookin' for, I love you, rarely empathizing for my relief
A child that grew accustomed, jumping up when I scraped my knee
'Cause if I cried about it, he'd surely tell me not to be weak
Daddy issues, hid my emotions, never expressed myself
Men should never show feelings, being sensitive never helped
His momma died, I asked him why he goin' back to work so soon?
His first reply was: Son, that's life, the bills got no silver spoon
Daddy issues, fuck everybody, go get your money, son
Protect yourself, trust nobody, only your momma'n'em
This made relationships seem cloudy, never attached to none
So if you took some likings around me, I might reject the love
Daddy issues kept me competitive, that's a fact, nigga
I don't give a fuck what's the narrative, I am that nigga
When Kanye got back with Drake, I was slightly confused
Guess I'm not mature as I think, got some healing to do
Egotistic, zero-given fucks and to be specific
Need assistance with the way I was brought up
What's the difference when your heart is made of stone
And your mind is made of gold
And your tongue is made of sword, but it may weaken your soul?
My niggas ain't got no daddy, grow up overcompensating
Learn shit 'bout bein' a man and disguise it as bein' gangstas
I love my father for telling me to take off the gloves
'Cause everything he didn't want was everything I was
And to my partners that figured it out without a father
I salute you, may your blessings be neutral to your toddlers
It's crucial, they can't stop us if we see the mistakes
Till then, let's give the women a break, grown men with daddy issues

Early morning wake-ups, practicing on day-offs
Tough love, bottled up, no chaser
Neat, no chaser, neat, no chaser
Neat, no chaser, neat, no chaser